Beatrice has this new habit of waking up really early nowadays. Every morning this week she has been up around 6:15 am. Any time before 7 is early in our house. I've tried everything to convince her to go back to sleep or at least play silently quietly in her crib until 7 so Mommy can get her required 8 hours. So far, she has not heeded my warning suggestion and continues to wake up a few minutes earlier each day just to stick it to me.
JD and I are sleepers. Most of our pre-baby memories involve lots of sleep. Like, sleep-until-noon-on-weekends-sleep. For fun, we like to go to bed early and get an extra hour or 2. Sleep is good and we thrive on getting lots of it. We were not prepared for getting 2 hour increments (at best) once Beatrice was born. And when that reality slapped us in the face, instead of working out a fair sleep-catch-up schedule where we took shifts getting some shut-eye, we selfishly took on the mantra of every man for himself. Since I nurse, I usually got screwed with this deal. I had so much difficulty nursing her in the beginning that I always woke JD up and made him help me, hehehe. For about a month, we walked around walking into walls and living off of buckets of coffee just to keep our eyes open. I don't just like sleep, I really need 8 hours to feel human. 7 at the least. Anything less than that makes me feel dead.
The stupid thing is we never took naps during the day. We were dead set on getting back to our regular sleep pattern that any deviation felt like steps backwards. This is our biggest parenting fail: we continue to ignore the fact that our lives are drastically different since having a baby. Slowly but surely though, Beatrice started sleeping longer stretches at night and much to our delight, we were too. 5 hours turned into 7 hours, 7 turned into 10, and finally she slept for 12 solid hours. I'm not gonna lie, I prayed for this. Somewhere during that first month I pleaded with God to make her sleep. I told Him I didn't know what kind of mother I would be without good, quality rest. For the last several months, sleep has made a welcomed return to our house.
Until this week. Now I'm getting less than my required 8 hours and I am feeling it. Tonight, we are going to bed early. Hopefully Beatrice will take my cue and sleep until 7 like a good baby girl. Otherwise I might be forced to accept the fact that life is now different and my beloved sleep is but a fleeting memory. I'm not ready, I'm not ready!!!!
Beatrice is spooning me after I brought her into our bed this morning to nurse and attempt to get her back to sleep. We never went back to sleep, but I did get a baby spoon. Win for me!